Sixth grade girls pretty much suck.

From time to time there are things I fancy doing with my life both past and present. They are usually silly things like maybe I should have showed off my legs a bit more in high school before I realized the feeling of a post baby body. Or maybe I should have dropped out of college that one summer and gone to floral design school.Or maybe now I should cast convention to the wind and whack off all my hair for that pixie cut I have always wanted. But one thing I would NEVER do is go back to being a sixth grade girl. Because OH. MY. GOD. The drama. The tits for tat have gotten so bad at Cass’ school that the counselor has declared one lunch hour per week to deal with the ten girls in her sixth grade class that have previously occupied nearly 98.786% her days with their baggage. They have role playing, open discussion, definition answering games. All in the efforts to get these girls to curb their bullshit. But here’s the thing, it isn’t doing crap. Nada. It now appears one of the girls in the ring of ten, and I think I know exactly who it is, has assumed a fake email name and has been emailing the other eight girls about how awful a certain red head is and how everybody should hate her just as much as she, kimi.woods.14@gmail.com, does. Cassidy has taken it in stride. She too has a primary suspect in mind. Afterall, when you have been butting heads with the same girl since preschool when the two of you kicked sand in one another’s face as you bickered over who had a prettier dress, thinks aren’t likely to improve with a few sessions of sensitive role playing. But if I find out kimi.woods is who I think she is and if I then discover she is using school computers for her evil deeds….there’s gonna be a rumble. Oh yeah, baby……………..